One of the assistant managers (we'll call him...Joey Joe Joe) at my store is dating a girl named Sarah. I don't believe Sarah has a job, consequently, she is at Guitar Center CONSTANTLY. Every day, for hours at a time. There are times, regardless of my being paid to show up (and the fact that I need money to survive) that I have difficulty mustering up the urge to drag myself into work. Sarah is a nice girl, and I like her, but sometimes her ability to withstand hours of Guitar Center with such enthusiasm annoys me.
Tonight, as I was counting out cash drawers in the back office with a few other members of the closing staff, as well as Joey Joe Joe, Monty paged over the intercom that Joey Joe Joe had a phone call, and that it was Sarah. I couldn't resist the urge, so I snatched up the phone and said "Stop calling here all the time, BITCH!" and quickly put her back on hold. Everyone was cracking up, and I felt like a comedy hero. Nay...a god!
Joey Joe Joe picked up the line and started chatting. A moment of pleasantries, and then...he started talking about how the store performed today.
My stomach dropped into my feet.
I asked Joey Joe Joe, "That's not Sarah, is it?"
He shook his head no.
"....You're talking to Clive...aren't you?"
He nods yes.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen. I had picked up the phone and called my boss a bitch.
Oh my god, what have I done?
While everyone is laughing at my predicament, and I laugh in shocked horror, my mind was racing, thinking of ways that I could get myself out of this one unscathed.
I came up empty. I mean, there is no way that I could deny that it was me who said it. I couldn't exactly pull a South Park manuever and say "Mop falling in beer and limes, rich!"...so I sent him an email. It went something like this:
Subject: OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY
Clive,
They paged over the intercom that it was Sarah on the phone. I just wanted to have a little fun with her. I didn't mean to call you a bitch. You're SO not a bitch. I am soooooooooooo sorry. please please please please please please don't fire me.
Sorrily yours,
The Saddest Damn Robot Ever
I have tomorrow and the next day off. I imagine he'll give me some shit in the next meeting I attend, but hopefully it will blow over.
If not, it'll be one of the most interesting "I got fired" stories I'll likely ever have.
Stupid Question of the Day: Do you ever make faces behind people's backs? Do you think they ever make faces at you?
Tonight, as I was counting out cash drawers in the back office with a few other members of the closing staff, as well as Joey Joe Joe, Monty paged over the intercom that Joey Joe Joe had a phone call, and that it was Sarah. I couldn't resist the urge, so I snatched up the phone and said "Stop calling here all the time, BITCH!" and quickly put her back on hold. Everyone was cracking up, and I felt like a comedy hero. Nay...a god!
Joey Joe Joe picked up the line and started chatting. A moment of pleasantries, and then...he started talking about how the store performed today.
My stomach dropped into my feet.
I asked Joey Joe Joe, "That's not Sarah, is it?"
He shook his head no.
"....You're talking to Clive...aren't you?"
He nods yes.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen. I had picked up the phone and called my boss a bitch.
Oh my god, what have I done?
While everyone is laughing at my predicament, and I laugh in shocked horror, my mind was racing, thinking of ways that I could get myself out of this one unscathed.
I came up empty. I mean, there is no way that I could deny that it was me who said it. I couldn't exactly pull a South Park manuever and say "Mop falling in beer and limes, rich!"...so I sent him an email. It went something like this:
Subject: OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY
Clive,
They paged over the intercom that it was Sarah on the phone. I just wanted to have a little fun with her. I didn't mean to call you a bitch. You're SO not a bitch. I am soooooooooooo sorry. please please please please please please don't fire me.
Sorrily yours,
The Saddest Damn Robot Ever
I have tomorrow and the next day off. I imagine he'll give me some shit in the next meeting I attend, but hopefully it will blow over.
If not, it'll be one of the most interesting "I got fired" stories I'll likely ever have.
Stupid Question of the Day: Do you ever make faces behind people's backs? Do you think they ever make faces at you?
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Wow ... good luck with the whole job thing. Being that I am not you, it's pretty funny. But, I can definitely see how it could suck to be in your shoes right now!
Good Luck
Why do they play that annoying music all the time at Guitar Center. Every time I go in there to try out gear all I can hear in my head is this music that makes me *insane*! Then my mind blanks out and I end up forgetting what I wanted in the first place. So I go home.
hmm...